Thursday, April 25, 2013

April Poem-A-Day Challenge Day 24prompt: "auto"Automatically, I want to writeAutumn, the season when, insome countries, leaves auto-destruct, bled of all greenand shed from trees like scurf.This Autumn we rememberboys who were used asautomatons, with machinerythat ought not to have been

invented, since it resemblesthe death rattle, and causedthe dead to rain, cold, upon

country now turned intomemorial green, or seeminglyuntouched, under autobahns.